Attempted Train Epic 1

.1:49 pm - 100 cars

Phweet Phfeunt wernt warnhk
Phweet Phweet
Chunk chunk chunk chunk chunk chunk
Scree Screeee Scraw
Rawwrhee umpha umpha
chink chink chink chink chink chink
Zeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Whu whu whu whu whu whu
Wheeeeeee
Pumpha pumpha pumpha pumpha
Tickle tick a tick tick tick tick
Tingcka tinga tingcka zzzzzt

There's no doubt about it
I've gone completely insane
Now I think I'm a train
Hugging tracks
Chugging through the rain
There's steam pouring out of my brain
I'm hauling literary loads
Pulling boxcars of memories
Desires, dreams, fears, hopes
Characters from pulp novels
Sweet, sweet candies
that have long ago dissolved
Rhymes with umbrella
Wheels sold three at a time
for a fucking dime
I've pierced the night and now
it's gone away

I'd like to dwell for a moment
Okay, I'm done.
Now let's move on - you were saying
Characters behind letters written
days before and then read
Silent insignificance
You can put that at the top of your list
Oh right - now I get it
Fifty-seven drops of rain collected
on the surface of a coin tossed
to a vagrant
A temporary river has formed
down my cheek a creek of tears
That's okay because now we can say
that we'll never go there again and
we'll both gaze into the distance
and see each other from 42 years away
on opposite sides of a continent
looking for each other while touching
remembering the most beautiful thing ever
It came as no surprise
when it left
Some fucked up destiny
to be alone
and alone
and alone
Can't we be alone together?

Dust settles and lifts and settles again
Wind moves this thought
from one place to the next
Uncanny how it looks the same on
both sides of the mirror
My shadow lights a cigarette for me
and hands me a beer
wishes me good cheer
In all the corners of my eyes
there are things just out of reach
Where did the inspiration come from?
What load of coal got this train moving?
What was the point?
There was one, right?
I know my first step was pointed
in some direction and which way was that?
Am I backtracking?
Is this full circle?
It comes to a point and then
you are left alone again
Why it always works like that?
Which poet decided on the whole
twenty-four hour thing?
Why trains?
Why not all the tears of loneliness?
Why not every heartbeat?
Underneath all this heavy air
there are more footsteps
in indeterminate directions
There are more loads to be carried
more burdens to bear
more golden moments of beauty
more pinpricks of pain
The mosquitoes of God
When the clouds move aside
there are flocks of birds
looking for places to land
Each carrying a stick of lumber
to build new castles
new places from which to
lift off into the sky again
She said, I Love You
and then
she went away